"Fire (Remix)" lyrics

[Joe Budden:]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle Offense do it like (whoa)
"What"

[Fabolous:]
Maybe it's the veinte deuces
The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them that's clearer than Grey Goose is
Maybe cause I'm in a roofless coupe
Or the Hypno I put in their juices
I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks
Is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums
That's pocket change, you call that an income?
Tell the way I walk that I'm doin my thing (uh huh)
A lot a niggas talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh)
Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring
See I told y'all I'm doin my thing
And I'm winnin by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride
Now, look at here, I took it there
I'mma make this statement loud and clear
Brooklyn's here

[Joe Budden:]
That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire
We gonna light it on fire

We gonna do it like
We gonna do it like
(We gonna light it on fire)
Triangle Offense daddy
Cain (we gonna light it on fire)
I know you got something more
Don't even hold back
Woo, we gonna do it like
Yeah get 'em
Uh, uh, uh

[Paul Cain:]
It's the kid with the white and the Canary cross (yeah)
Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss
Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain)
I'm young but I'm damn near a boss
And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box
Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots
Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks
My waiters make ladies seasick
I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix
I got enough whips to keep switchin up flavors
Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors
These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me
They hate to see me in a party icy
Clean white T, sippin on Bacardi lightly
Suede low-cut Force Ones, caramel Nikes

[Joe Budden:]
That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire
We gonna light it on fire

We gonna light it on fire
Yeah, whoa

I got a plan for you amp it up with Jersey's answer
The chancellor standin up since him and his man is tough
Blam blam, that's what the hammer does
Can't jam, son, it's the new handgun with the camera
You pop lip like you got shit
That's a minor congestion you not sick
Now you wanna call names like 2Pac did
Home boy here's a few Glock clips
Still Junior like Lou Gossett
Joey right back on
Overcharge New York to cut the lights back on
Before Bloomberg could come get me y'all
I send the goons that make bad things happen in city hall
All, K's spray cats, we don't play that
Shit, I just always wanted to say that (Yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
Make your lungs stop, breathe easy

That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire
We gonna light it on fire

We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire